Dan Danila

Words - Poem by Dan Danila

The inborn haughty to believethat flowers are so nice for usand birds are singing just to pleasethe bored mankind. Death himselfmight be persuaded to forgethow defenceless and weak we are, and file past life – even at lastwhen the aged man, alone on earth, like an old tree inclines his front, surrender for the final lightning. The rainbow, ancient books explain, for angels is a kind of scarf, the clouds are signs that we ignore.

But words, the words are just for us, the secret garden of delight, a treasure, light to share with allwho are enchanted by the rhymeand the vibration of the verbs.Beneath the forehead, on the lipsthe Poet's temple grows and grows.